“Whoever has no house now, will never have one.” —Rilke
"recusal"
1.
abandoned shore, bearing
bullet shells & rust helmets
slip of sawdust paper
sere dross near the hospital
2.
daily this one no diff'rent
in the plan death annals
too they'd talk our ears off
sworn in the torn silence
It's me, unnamed critter from bosch's triptych of the temptation of anthony!
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